Cahill
"Who are you?" A gruff feminine voice asks the moment I arrived right on the doorstep and knocked thrice.
"It's only me, Cahill Nolan. The son of your late friend." I announce and immediately an eye peer at me through the peephole.
There was a bit of hesitation, but then her eyes widens when she notices that I have the same blue eyes as my late mother
And then she opens the door to me.
"Cahill, the son of my late friend, Primrose who's now Alpha of the Blackwood pack?" She looks up at me in surprise, pausing to narrow her eyes to detect if I am truly the boy from twenty-one years ago.
"Yes, ma'am Georgia," I respond with a small smile.
"My, my, you traveled all the way down here to see me?" She exclaims. "You look so grown up and handsome. I could hardly even recognize you. What a fine lad you are." The old woman steps forward to hug me and quickly withdraws to examine my face.
